Chapter 184 Destined Doom and Hope, Su Heng’s Attack

A light drizzle.

It fell to the ground with a splash, blood mixed with sewage flowing everywhere.

boom!

Accompanied by a dull sound.

The last figure of the cultist collapsed to the ground.

Large splashes of water followed.

The bearded man Chang Geng sat helplessly in the mud puddle, panting heavily and letting the cold water slide over his face.

"dad!"

At this time, a frightened and immature voice came from behind the bearded man.

He turned around and saw his son running towards him with a frightened expression on his face.

"Dad is okay."

Chang Geng reached out to hug his son and wiped the blood from his face.

In the tent, the woman wearing a goose-yellow patchwork dress also came out and looked at the scattered corpses outside, with a look of shock on her beautiful face.

Screams and cries were heard one after another in the camp.

Someone kicked the body on the ground hard and cursed in a low voice.

Chang Geng's physical strength recovered a little, and he simply bandaged the wounds on his body. He stood up and thanked Su Heng, "I really want to thank you little brother this time. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid..."

Thinking of the crazy look of the cult leader just now.

Chang Geng still felt waves of fear in his heart.

These guys can no longer judge by ordinary people's way of thinking. They regard themselves as slaves of the evil god and take pleasure in torturing their fellow humans.

It's really hateful!

Chang Geng wanted to say something more, but when the words came to his mouth, he looked at his son and wife beside him.

But he couldn't speak.

"Thank you for your kindness!" Chang Geng took a deep breath, cupped his fists and said, "From now on, little brother, if you are in need, my life, Chang Geng, will be yours."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

Su Heng shook his head and spoke calmly.

Although he saved the entire camp, this matter was just a piece of cake for him.

Standing at different heights.

The perspective of looking at the problem is naturally different.

However, after thinking about it for a while, he still asked with some confusion, "Why would these people suddenly attack you?"

"Cultists kill people, what reason do they need?"

Chang Geng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Besides, Brother Su Heng, do you still remember what I said to you last night... When we were driving a sports car not long ago, we encountered a group of cultists. As expected, this is it. A batch."

The other party even knows his own name.

obviously.

I am afraid that my team has been targeted for a long time.

"Cultists are very powerful in the wilderness and have connections with high-level officials in many cities. If they are targeted now, they will probably be in trouble in the future."

The bearded man sighed and said helplessly, "I'm afraid I can't stay here any longer."

"Yeah."

Su Heng nodded and asked, "I heard that the cultists are very powerful in the wild?"

"That's natural."

The bearded man smiled bitterly and explained, "Brother, you must have lived in the city since you were a child and don't know the rules of the wild. For us wilderness refugees, the most terrifying survival crisis on the road is not those powerful mutant creatures. , it’s not the red moon above your head, but the cultists…”

"This cultist has connections with high-level officials in many wilderness cities and tribes."

"The top leaders of those cities want to gain power to maintain their rule, while the cultists need to kill their compatriots to vent their madness and complete the sacrifice, thereby gaining more power."

"That's it, I understand."

Su Heng breathed a sigh of relief and said with some emotion, "This has formed a vicious cycle. There are fewer and fewer refugees in the wilderness, but the number of cultists is increasing. Even those who reject the cultists In the end, the prosperous city will be unsustainable.”

Big Beard's words suddenly made Su Heng understand.

At the beginning, he always thought that the roots of the cultists were in Wangjing City and the surrounding affiliated cities.

Now, he discovered that this was not the case.

The cultists' sphere of influence is in the wilderness outside Wangjing City.

No wonder Wangjing City has used countless harsh laws to crack down on them over the years, but in the end they only dealt with the symptoms but not the root cause. The unrest caused by the cultists has not yet subsided.

And the cultists in the wilderness...

Even if the senior officials in Wangjing City knew they were here, they were unable to kill them one by one.

The increasingly acute conflicts within the restricted area and the city are enough to cause headaches for those in power.

As for the cultists outside the restricted area, there was no way to deal with the large number and the cover of ordinary refugees. In the end, they had to let it go.

Such a result.

Even though the number of cultists is increasing, the city will never be able to break free from the quagmire of chaos.

And after the number of cultists increases.

New restricted areas will be created, which cannot be eliminated. In the end, Wangjing City's already very limited military power will be further dispersed.

And so on.

No wonder Wangjing City has gone from the prosperous central city of Artis in the past to what it is today, riddled with scars and looking like an old man in his twilight years.

"This is the end."

Seeing Su Heng, who was frowning and lost in thought, the bearded man suddenly sighed, "We clearly know that the abyss of destruction is right in front of us, but we are unable to struggle towards the doomed ending."

"No."

Su Heng patted the bearded man on the shoulder and looked at the little boy in the bearded man's arms with gentle eyes, "As long as new life is born, there will always be hope."

"Maybe."

The bearded man shook his head and smiled bitterly.

…

Wild grass city.

A secret room deep underground.

In the center of the dilapidated room was a long wooden table with seats on both sides.

The leader of the cult, Chakravartin, his head wrapped in white gauze, sat on the main seat with a sad look on his face.

On either side of him, Xu Hong, a young man with snake hair, and Gao Xiang, a tall and sturdy middle-aged man, the two remaining great masters of the church, were each injured and their breath was a little weak.

Not long ago.

They went to the dark mountains in the real world again.

The result was even worse this time.

They didn't even encounter the willow tree's obstruction, and were beaten out by the giant cocoon that gradually woke up and regained some consciousness.

If he hadn't seen something bad happen, he would have run quickly.

It is very likely that he will be attacked from both sides by the willow tree and the giant cocoon, completely blocking him in the cave.

But even so, the sudden burst of power from the giant cocoon was enough to make the three of them eat a pot, and each of them was seriously injured.

but.

It is precisely because of the repeated failures these days.

Chakravartin's immediate superior, the chief priest in Jordan in the west, had also reached the end of his endurance.

He planned to cross a distance of tens of thousands of miles.

Through the rituals passed down from ancient times, he descended into the form and took action himself.

Jordan and Wangjing City were originally the two brightest pearls of human civilization in the golden age. But now, because of their different beliefs, they hate each other and are gradually heading towards hostility.

and…

What's even more frightening is that Jordan doesn't seem to be troubled by the penalty area.

The military strength accumulated through continuous development over the years is much stronger than that of Wangjing City.

In order to complete the ceremony, the slave-catching team under Chakravartin has been operating at full speed these days, and there is another bloody storm in the wilderness.

In the underground secret room.

A top-secret meeting is taking place.

The meeting was very large, and all the remaining high-ranking members of the church were present.

"How are the altar preparations completed?"

On the main seat, Chakravartin put down the thick stack of information in his hand, turned around and asked the snake-haired young man.

The snake-haired young man's name is Xu Hong. His long hair is messy and black.

It is responsible for these things related to the altar these days.

"hiss…"

Xu Hong spoke, with a hiss like a poisonous snake in his voice, which sounded creepy, "More than 90% has been completed, and only the last batch of sacrifices are left."

"Although the mortals in the wilderness are dirty and ignorant, just like the sand on the ground, their souls and lives are also rare."

Xu Hong sneered, his voice hoarse, giving people the feeling of a cold poisonous snake crawling on his body.

"That's good."

Chakravartin's expression softened slightly, and this progress was not too slow.

He just thought about what kind of punishment he and the others would suffer if the priest-bishop came later... He couldn't help but shuddered, his face was wrinkled, and unknown things always made people feel scared.

"Dong dong dong!"

At this moment, there were knocks on the door outside the room.

On the other side, Gao Xiang, who was closing his eyes to rest, opened his eyes.

"It's one of our captains here," he said. "I guess he has something important to report."

"Yeah."

Chakravartin frowned slightly, raised his head, and said coldly, "In that case, let him come in."

Click!

The door opens.

A thin cultist with a willow leaf-shaped tattoo strode over.

"No, sir!"

He hurried to Xu Hong, the snake-haired young man, and reported, "Li Feiyu is dead."

"Li Feiyu?"

Chakravartin frowned slightly.

He still had some impression of this name.

In his impression, this guy was quite strong. If his personality wasn't too crazy and changeable, he could even be trained as a preparatory great mentor.

Now he died quietly in the wilderness.

Extraordinary strong men are the backbone of various forces, and they will attract attention no matter where they are.

"Is there anything else?"

The snake-haired young man Xu Hong raised his head, his pupils contracting slightly.

He saw that the body of the cultist who came to report next to him was shaking slightly, his face was dull, and his pupils were dull.

"There is indeed one other thing."

The cultist with the increasingly bright red tattoo on his arm paused and said, "Just now, when I came back from outside, I met a man who asked me to bring you a message."

"With a word, what word?"

At this moment.

Even Gao Xiang, who was relatively slow to react among the three and was a little indifferent to outside events, also noticed that something seemed not quite right.

The cultist's body trembled more and more violently. When he opened his mouth, his soft tongue spit out a large amount of mucus.

Snap!

Immediately afterwards, the two bloodshot eyes fell loosely from their sockets, and the dark sockets stared at the Chakravartin beside him.

Such a scene.

I have never seen such a vicious cultist as Chakravartin.

I just felt a hair in my heart, and an unprecedented fear emerged.

The cultist suddenly stretched his lips to his ears, revealing an exaggerated and ferocious smile.

"He said that everyone who is doing this will die today!"

The words just fell.

The willow leaf tattoo on the cultist's arm was already bright red, emitting a dazzling light.

Boom!

Amidst the dull loud noise.

The body of the cultist was like broken ceramic, slowly cracking.

Huge cracks, dark red in color, crisscrossed left and right, covering his body. Countless hot air currents carrying the smell of blood spurted out from the cracks, making a loud sound like a ship's whistle.

The unparalleled sense of horror transcends thinking and turns into reality, shrouding the closed room.

Chakravartin's complexion changed again and again, becoming extremely ugly. His figure gradually became illusory, and he had already escaped into the real world.

The other two great mentors beside him did not have such rapid reaction speed.

The blue-black hair on Xu Hong's head grew rapidly, became entangled, and wrapped around his body into a giant cocoon.

Gao Xiang on the other side roared.

The already tall body swelled again, looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuaｎ. com turned into a little giant more than three meters tall, with gray-white skin and angular muscles like rocks. On the top of his head, there were countless cuticles that spread and solidified, turning into a rhinoceros-like horn.

He squatted on the ground, crossed his arms in front of him, and roared in his throat.

The remaining cultists reacted more slowly. After sensing the danger, they ran outside in panic, or simply squatted on the ground and held their heads to resist.

Boom! ! !

Bright light filled the entire chamber, and the raging air flow was like a passing storm.

First there was a powerful explosion.

Then there were scarlet wickers, like arrows, shooting out in all directions, carrying the power to penetrate everything.

The terrifying power exploded, and the building above the secret room was torn apart. The entire land turned into a large pit with a diameter of more than ten meters, and countless wood powder and dust were scattered everywhere.

Under the huge pit, it was like purgatory.

Most of the cultists had turned into ashes and disappeared in the first wave of explosions.

And after that.

One of the few who survived the explosion.

Unable to resist the second round of power, their already severely injured bodies were penetrated and shattered by countless spear-like branches, turning into large pieces of minced meat.

at last.

Two rounds of explosions swept across the entire room.

The only ones still alive are Xu Hong, Gao Xiang and King Chakravartin.

"you…"

Chakravartin walked out of the real space, his face turned black and blue.

Over the course of decades, the foundation he had accumulated was instantly wiped out in front of him, which made him feel unbearable heartache.

And in front of him.

A tall and majestic figure was shrouded in the mist and dust, hazy, exuding a mountain-like sense of oppression.